When the Night Broke

By Hannah Davenport (slytherin_punk@hotmail.com)

Rating: PG

Summary: Sequel to "Bent" and "Twisted." Five years later, Ginny is a bored and very depressed employee at Flourish and Blotts. Outside her drawn-in, little world lies an evil overlord of doom by the name of Radoc Lafoym, who is threatening society. How do they relate?

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J. K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. It's just fan fiction!

Author's Note: This is very important! Radoc isn't going soft for Ginny. What you see in the following is just psychopathic evil-man thoughts. Okay? Got it? Good. One last thing; chapters are likely to be shorter, as my Mum has been invading my writing time to play internet games, which she is now somewhat addicted to. ::grumbles about MSN making their games so obvious to the public eye:: Gotta go make rabid squirrels out of pipe-cleaners. Thanks to everyone for their wonderful feedback!


Chapter Five

< >It was raining. As Ginny sloshed through the mud, trying very hard not to fall down, she wondered whether or not this was some sort of hideous nightmare. Everyone in their company was drunk, they wavered as they walked and some even walked into trees. Then they were laughed at, and pulled roughly to their feet so that they could keep going.

< >She watched Radoc Lafoym carefully. He was drunk as well, but he seemed to be fine. He wasn't blasting anyone to bits, and he hadn't spoken to her since he questioned her about his name.

< >"Radoc Lafoym," Ginny whispered. The name felt strange as she said it. As though she had said it years and years ago, but it had had a different meaning then.

< >She looked at him through her rain-streaked glasses, and sighed. He was currently entertaining a group of Death Eaters with a story that ended with blood, mangled bodies, and gore. He was smiling broadly at them, (probably on account of his drunkenness) and didn't seem to care a whit that he was sopping wet.

< >She brushed her sticky, damp hair from her face, and continued trudging along. She knew it wasn't a nightmare. She knew it was really happening. She wished it weren't. But, at least they weren't doing anything to her. They were letting her live without torture or anything like that.

< >She eventually lost track of where Radoc was, but everyone was laughing now. Probably jut for the sake of laughing like maniacs. But, after a while, they stopped. The sun was rising then.

< >They sat around and laughed and joked, and got even more drunk than they already were, but still there was no sign of Radoc Lafoym. He didn't appear again till five at night, and he was normal again.

< >Rumor around the campfire was that he had been vomiting up alcohol. That he couldn't handle as much as he had tried to. Ginny didn't see why this was such a big deal, but apparently is a horrendous thing not be able to hold your liquor when you're an evil murderer.

< >She tried to sleep, but something about sleeping in the daytime made her uneasy, and she ended up sitting under a large tree, and reading a book she had taken from one of her fellow travelers. Dracula, by Brahm Stoker. It wasn't the most comforting thing, but if she tried to run, she knew she'd probably be severely punished, and she wanted to do all she could to behave herself.


< >He assumed she didn't know he was awake as well. He guessed she had no idea he was watching her as she read, brushing her fiery hair from her face and rubbing her eyes as she fought off the aching tiredness the night's traveling had brought her. She was still obnoxiously pretty - he had to admit that much. But he quickly shook the thought.

< >She's a prisoner, for heaven's sake, he told himself angrily. But then he calmed down sufficiently, and continued looking at her, somewhat thoughtfully. It was only drizzling now, but her hair was still soaked, and droplets of water ran down her face. It was unnerving to see her sitting there and know what she didn't. To know where Draco had gone... He wondered if he might tell her someday - and couldn't decide.

< >Why? He couldn't say. Somehow, he just knew it would be the thing that finally broke the wall of courage and faux happiness she had been building these five years. Maybe that wouldn't be so bad... Maybe it would. He had no way of knowing really. He'd have to see how he felt after he got the Mirrors, he supposed. Yes, then he'd have extra space in his head for personal thoughts and feelings. He would wait... He would wait like a spider waits to trap a fly. He smiled contemptuously to himself. The look on her face when they got to the Chamber would be enough to tell him when. He tried to picture it: horrified, transfixed, remembrance, disgust...

< >Even that would be a beautiful mixture of looks for Ginny Weasley. And with this picture in his mind, he drifted into sleep.


< >The rest of the journey through the Forbidden Forrest was lead by Brutus and his men. It was darker, quieter, thicker. More suppressed. It was a great relief to finally see the turrets and towers of the school, and many of Radoc's men fell down on the sloping grass and tried to convince him to let them sleep.

< >"Get off the lawn, idiots." he snapped, and none of them argued. "I swear, sometimes I think I might as well kill you all..."

< >They all began running up the hills, and sneaking around, looking for places to get in without being noticed. Radoc smirked to himself, and walked up the front steps. He changed into dry clothes with a snap of his fingers, and turned to look at Ginny, who was still at the bottom of the steps, looking puzzled.

< >"You coming or not?" he asked. As though she had a choice.

< >"You're just going to - knock?" she asked confusedly. "You're just going to walk right up and knock?"

< >"That's what it looks like," he replied coolly. "Now get up here."

< >She slowly moved up the stairs, and he casually slicked his hair back. He then raised his fist, and knocked, hard. After a moment, he heard footsteps, and the door creaked open. Professor McGonagall stood there in emerald robes, her mouth wide open and her eyes blinking frantically.

< >"Hello Professor McGonagall," he said brightly. "You wouldn't mind if we came in, would you? It's terribly wet out here..."

< >McGonagall didn't answer, and Radoc smiled. He took his wand out, petrified her, and walked in as if the place were his own. Technically, now it was his own. Until he left, that is. Ginny slowly followed him in with an apologetic look at the frozen Professor.

< >He walked around the entrance hall, gazing up at the ceiling.

< >"Do you remember what kind of things were done out here, Gin?" he asked. "What kind of people were milling around after meals... What kind of memories those people had here?"

< >Her response was a kind of choking sound. "Well, I suppose that means you've had enough remembering, then?" he said as he peered behind the grand marble staircase. "All right. Let's go in and announce we're here to the rest of the school. After all, they might appreciate a couple of Halloween visitors. Especially if they're alumnus of the school..."

< >He swaggered over to the doors of the Great Hall, where much laughing could be heard from the inside. He dragged Ginny behind him. Then, with a quick swish of his wand, the doors shot open with a loud bang! Everyone turned to look at him, and their jaws dropped. He saw Ginny's ears redden as they watched her.

< >"Hello, children." he said in the same tone he had used on McGonagall. "Having a nice holiday?" There was no answer but stunned silence, so he continued. "I expect you've all heard of me, eh? Well, in case your parents have been protecting your delicate little ears, my name is Radoc Lafoym, and I'm the one that's been heartlessly murdering people. I killed Harry Potter."

< >There was an ominous pause, where students replaced their looks of surprise with looks of complete horror. Radoc smirked at them, and continued: "I'm sure those of you who read the periodicals have seen this ladies picture," he put his arm around Ginny's waist, and she squirmed. "Well, in the obituary page, that is. Actually, I didn't kill Ginny Weasley. I took her captive. And as much as I hate to brag - oh what do I have to lie to you fools for? I love to brag - but, it was fairly easy to do. Just so you know, no one will be leaving this room. My Death Eaters have surrounded the castle, and anyone they bring to me I will disembowel with a dull screw."

< >He paused, letting everyone take the threat in. "Good. I'll be here for a week at the least, and I'm sure we'll all get along smashingly."

< >He still held Ginny as he walked out of the room, and didn't let go until he turned to barricade the door with the marble staircase. He turned to look at her, still smirking dangerously.

< >"You wouldn't disembowel a child," she said in disbelief.

< >"I'll let you watch me," he replied calmly. "It should be great fun. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some exploring to do. Must find an office..." He began to walk away, and then turned to face her once again. "And please don't try and run away, Virginia," he added. "Things might get messy if you do. And I hate it when things are messy..."

< >He started to walk away once more, this time congratulating himself on his wonderful speech, when Ginny spoke again.

< >"Why do you think I would try and leave?" she asked curiously.

< >He turned around once again, a bit perturbed that she dared to interrupt his search, but replied nonchalantly. "Doesn't everyone try and run away?" he asked.

< >"And what have you been running from, Mr. Lafoym?" she continued, walking forward a few steps. "Or are you completely free of the troubles that haunt the rest of us?"

< >"I'm not running from anything," he replied quite truthfully. "I killed the person I tried to run away from just before you arrived at my tower, Virginia, and I would thank you not to go sticking your nose where it isn't wanted. It might just get cut off." He tweaked her nose lightly.

< >He was about to start off for the third time, when she once again asked a question. "If you were running from something or someone," she began. "What or who would it be?" He gave her a look, and she added, "I can live without a nose."

< >"I don't see how it's any of your business," he said, folding his arms. "But, I'll tell you anyway." He pretended to think for a moment. "I'd be running from you and your fool questions," he replied finally. "Now, let me get on with my search for a decent office, girlie, or you'll find yourself wishing I had merely diced your nose." He gave her his most menacing look, which finally made her blanch.

< >He turned sharply, and strolled away, and he heard her mutter something to the extent of "Self-centered, tyrannical terrorist."

< >"I heard that," he shouted back. "You ignorant heifer!"

Author's Note:
< >Okay, okay, for those fellow Lemony Snicket fans, I admit that I - borrowed ::gets suspicious looks from Count Olaf and such, along with Esme and her creepy knife-shoes:: the phrase about putting cats in your mouth from "The Wide Window", which is the third book in the series.
< >As you can probably tell, this story is a bit more depressing that the other two, and I'm not turning into some goth weirdo, for those of you who really want to know. I am merely trying something new. (By the way, never put a wet sponge in your pants!) And when you picture the very beginning of this chapter, think Tim Burton's The Nightmare Before Christmas. The poem "Radoc" recites in this chapter is called My Papa's Waltz, by Theodore Roethke.

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